What's Your Version Of Hell?

Wednesday mornings at a grocery store in town.
Old people are brought in by the bus loads to get groceries.

They take for ever to do their shopping, they stand in the isles and gossip about "Ruth next door, you know her husband is very sick".

They are so rude, they push in line or say, "I only have a few things Im going ahead of you". All you want to say to them is" Like bloody hell you are, I was here first and waited a half hour as it is, get in like you old bag!" But of course we werent brought up like that, we smile sweetly and say - go ahead Im in no hurry!

Then of course they all congregate at the little restraunt in the store next door. Stop for a drink of tea after wards- HELL NO!! I get out of there as soon as possible!

I love old people, but have learned they like to be right and the world owes them for living! I wish they kept the same mannors they had when they were young, we wouldnt hate them as they get crotchety.

I could never work in a retirement home!
Cealy
 
Hell on earth?????

Footy on the telly, no beer in the fridge!!!

OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
I don't have much of a point of reference since I learned my lesson after one early visit to the GB when I first registered here. Reading some of the things on there actually made my brain and spine hurt. I just don't go there anymore. If I see something that is horribly ignorant I will feel the need to say something, and all that will do is encourage the purveyor of the initial ignorance to say more on the subject.

I know that not everyone on the GB are slack-jawed imbeciles, but there are too many and they are too vocal.

I'll just stay here, thank you.
 
PierceStreet said:

I had that happen to me, Pierce. I went straight to full time work after high school. It took me a few months to figure out my boss was changing my time cards. Bitch.

- Mindy, still a bit bitter :D
 
I'm told that MacD's have it down to a fine art. They don't take hours off they simply tell you that there's not enough work at that time of day and stop your clock card until there is. The poor kids have to go sit in the stock room til required.

Gauche

They also pay in MacPounds or MacDollars and work MacHours their insurance includes a MacDoctor, and you have to join the MacUnion.
 
I was reading a NYT op-ed piece yesterday evening--it was called something like "We're Productive--so Who Gets the Money?"

Never in modern history have workers been paid so little for what they do, especially in comparison to COs who get disproportionate salaries for what they do. It's enough to make your blood boil. I'm ready to vote this entire administration out from sheer buggerment, but I'm not sure even that will work. I fear for the country--we seem to be in the grip of oligarchs who play the ol' "class warfare" card whenever workers complain. They need to remember what happened in Russia. I'm split between hope and fear that it could happen here one day.
 
gauchecritic said:
... They also pay in MacPounds or MacDollars and work MacHours their insurance includes a MacDoctor, and you have to join the MacUnion.
Didn't I read somewhere that McD isn't really a business, it's just a money laundering front for a Colombian cartel?
 
snooper said:
Didn't I read somewhere that McD isn't really a business, it's just a money laundering front for a Colombian cartel?
Oops, no sorry, I remembered, that was Coca Cola.
 
My version of hell is simple picture if you will a fine New york day. It's seven AM and I'm all diva'd up for a day at the office. There's a starbucks on nearly every block and I'm not at all worried about my daily caffiene fix but wait at each and every coffee stop there's a line that extends to the door. Finally I just stop at one and wait. Apparently the starbucks I've chosen is not in NYC at all nope my friends it's in a tripped out bizzaro world cum twilight zone because every one from the 17 year old assistant manager to the nine people in front of you have all damn day to fuck about. Fifteen minutes later I'm the third person in line steadily wondering if I can snatch the Grande Carmel drizzled mochachino from the customer who just paid and make it out of the door. In three inch heels carrying an attache case and wearing a straight cut skirt. Not bloody likely. So I wait wondering if starbucks puts some kind of narcotic in their coffee, I decide they must because a)I want the coffee even considering the fact that I'm speculating about them lacing it. and b) I'm considering taking hostages just to get a goddamn Grande Carmel Macciato with a hint of berry blast thrown in. Finally only one person is ahead of me and like tantulus I can almost taste the drop of the elixer I crave. But ala
s the person in front of me that has been standing there more than 15 minutes is now staring at the menu above the check out gazing upward as if it's a heavenly apparition. I wonder if they're illeterate as the minutes tick by and the place order here sign swings with the breeze as the door continually opens. The sign taunts me for I wish more than anything that I could just place order here.
 
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ABSTRUSE said:
I've been scoutin' over at the GB..got a pic...

OMG! Where the hell did you get that picture of my neighbors?!?!?!?!
 
cloudy said:
OMG! Where the hell did you get that picture of my neighbors?!?!?!?!

Your neighbors?!? I didn't know you lived in Mesa! (I'm pretty sure I lived next door to them, too. :D)
 
minsue said:
Your neighbors?!? I didn't know you lived in Mesa! (I'm pretty sure I lived next door to them, too. :D)

Nope, Alabama, which, I'm sure, is worse.
 
perhaps where this kid's going?

Teen gets 50 years for hitting jogger on purpose
Wednesday, April 14, 2004 Posted: 11:05 AM EDT (1505 GMT)



GREAT FALLS, Montana (AP) -- A teen who wrote about wanting to do "horrible things" was sentenced to 50 years in prison for trying to kill a woman by driving up onto a sidewalk to hit her with his sport utility vehicle.

District Judge Kenneth Neill sentenced Daniel Robbins to 80 years, with 30 years suspended, for attempted murder. Robbins pleaded guilty in February.

Police say Robbins, now 17, told investigators he tried to kill Patty Emanuel, 40, while she was jogging last May 27 because he wanted to have sex with her corpse.

"Mental health is no excuse for this act," Neill said. "He knew what he was doing."

Neill noted a class assignment where Robbins, at age 15, listed as New Year's resolutions goals such as tasting human flesh and getting a driver's license "so I can do those horrible things people like to read about in the paper."

"The defendant made up his mind to run her down well in advance," Neill said. "It is a miracle that she survived."

Emanuel was hospitalized for 24 days with six fractured vertebrae, four fractures in her pelvis, a collapsed lung, three broken ribs and other injuries.

As with all juvenile sentences, Robbins' will automatically be reviewed before he turns 21 in November 2007.

At a hearing last year, the police officer assigned to C.M. Russell High School testified that school officials had met with Robbins and his parents several times after his teacher alerted them to the boy's "resolutions."
 
Ummmmm, Hell on Earth?

Working as a C.N.A. or Orderly on any unit in an American Hospital. You get the great joys of cleaning up bodily fluids which the rest of the staff won't touch. You get the same chances of picking up diseases as the Registered Nurses do. You run the highest chances of injuries in the hospital. You get pissed upon, assaulted, cursed out, and generaly looked down upon, then you have to deal with the patients.
Now as for the pay and legal demands of the job. You are required to go through so many hours of classes every year. (Most of the time you have to pay for these out of your own pocket.) You run the second highest chances of getting sued in the hospital. (Second only to the doctors.) Your pay is roughly one quarter that of the Registered Nurses, maybe three quarters of that of the HouseKeeping and Kitchen Staff. Plus you are ranked below them in the pecking order. (My wife was written up after a complaint was filed against her for being disrespectful. A HouseKeeping supervisor kept trying to get her to go out on a date with her, with the stated intent of my wife sleeping over. My wife kept telling this Supervisor she wasn't interested because she was married. My wife also filed several complaints which weren't acted upon. After the fith time my wife told the Supervisor that she wasn't interested in a Lesbian Affair and to blow it out of her ass. My wife was written up for this.)

SeaCat
 
lucky-E-leven said:
I've been here a few months now and typically stay firmly planted between the AH and the Poetry Hangout. So far, no complaints.

But on the few times I have ventured to the GB, it has been a frightening and scarring experience.


Lucky baby - the GB is not too bad, just a (snobbishly) differrent class. Understand them - they are your readers! The lowest common denominator. AS Lou said, love with kindness :) In Toronto, I would say AH be Globe & Mail, and GB be the tabloid Sun.

It is, Lucky, THE ONE place where you can at least be a domme:rolleyes:
 
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